The scent of her perfume is imprinted on my brain, but it’s different straight from the source. I feel like an addict getting a fix.
I suck in breath after breath. Sweet and musky. A slight acidic tinge, and pure Halley.
Fuck.
Fuckingfuck.
Blood fills my mouth as my teeth pierce my lip. The copper tang barely cuts through the scent of her cunt.
If she was injured or broken inside, I’d be able to smell it. Right? Decay or rot or wrongness. But there is nothing. She smells delicious.
Nothing is wrong with her.
Not a damn thing.
I pant in frustration, shuffling away from the sleeping Omega.
Liar.
She fucking lied.
Why not just say it? Say she didn't want us? Didn't wantme.
My fingers are twitching. My jaw is clenching.
I don't give a shit about creating spawn. I couldn't care less that we can't breed our Omega, but the fact that shemade it upenrages me. If she didn't want to be with us, she didn't need to make up excuses.
She's perfect.
A perfect, rut-damn, lying Omega.
Even now, knowing she left on a lie, I still want her. Stillneedher.
I’m not feral because Halley left, but because she’s the only one who ever gave me a reason not to be.
I want her light.
I need it back.
I'm stuck in the dark and it's eating me alive.
Chapter Twelve
Halley
I wake with a start, my heart pounding, and my breath a jagged mess of panic. A shadow stands over me, looming large and imposing.
For a terrifying second, I think I’m still on the battlefield. That I’m lying in a ditch, and this silhouette is the enemy soldier raising a rifle to put a bullet through my skull.
But as my vision adjusts to the darkness, dread spreads through me in a slow, sick crawl.
Pale eyes glow in the dim light.
“Blaze,” I whisper, voice trembling. “What are you... how are you here?”
His face is a mask of shadows and new scars. There are dozens of them, raw and silver, carved like grief into his skin.
Are they from the war, or did he… do it to himself? I shudder at the idea of my sweet, special Alpha digging his knife into his wounds so they'd leave a permanent mark.
